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I can’t witness this. It cannot happen. The shadowy cloak still completely obscures the goddess’s face. As always, she does not acknowledge me—but one broken breath later, I feel it.
I see the instant the DeLune snaps for good. His face goes eerily vacant before he vanishes.
Without the scourge, you are all but broken, cursed legacies. For once, the voices are right. I don’t care.
She wasn’t a mortal prophetess, but Galene the Knowing in disguise. No wonder that bitch left so many annoyingly cryptic little remarks.
That dark magic corrupting you would never withstand Paradise, so it must be gone. If you survive this brutal pursuit, you will return as a half mortal, as you were born to be. The blood of a goddess will run through you, and with it, your true abilities and holy magic.
I’m not a revenant anymore, which means I’m a demigoddess with no idea how to use holy magic. Years of torturous training to learn how to use death-fueled magic, wasted.
July. Oh, my fucking gods. Six months?
Great White North Bathed in Blue Hellfire
Limbo Zones Emerge Internationally: How to Identify and Avoid Them
Fiends Arrive in Europe, Ice Age Begins, and Death Tolls on the Rise
Everett Frost: From Beloved Supermodel to Reformist Warlord
Starting the engine of the car, I try to figure out how to back the damn thing up.
“If you could stop with this never-ending winter, that'd be great,” he grits, catching up to me again.
Sure enough, all the black blobs turn out to be ravens. There are half a dozen of them here, watching me. They’re always watching.
Which means Crypt was definitely here. This is his preferred way of killing necromancers who venture outside of the Entity’s ever-expanding territory. In other words, anyone who may have contributed to magically experimenting on…on her when she was just a child.
The moment I lost her, I lost it all. Including them. I failed her. Us. Myself.
Dev, as in Devil. That’s what Douglas calls his freakishly loyal, oversized pet hellhound. This mercenary is about as creative as Baelfire when it comes to names.
I level a look at the other two. “Anyone else want to join my collection?”
You’d all better be alive, or I’m destroying what’s left of this godsdamned world.
“Haven’t you monsters taken enough from me already?” Kenzie growls. “Stop fucking mimicking her or I’m going to—” Mimicking? Oh. That explains her fury. “Changelings have square pupils,” I remind her.
“M…May?” Yikes. “If you’re going to cry, do hypothermia a favor and just kill me now.” Kenzie’s watery eyes get wide. “Oh, my gods. Ohmygods, ohmygods, ohmygods, it's actually you!”
Unfortunately for you, that was your one chance out. Now, I’d sooner raise myself from the dead than let you go.”
“There was no game, my fearless one. That was all you.” “I think I’d know if I was—” I cut off, recalling the intimate moments with my quintet. During sex or not, as I grew closer to each of them in irreversible ways…
If I unconsciously bound my matches to my shadow heart before, does that mean I can use the same holy magic to bind them to me now?
“Okay, you’re officially the freakiest thing I’ve ever encountered. How did you even—” “Heal him now, ask me questions never,”
“You're not much of a people person, are you?” “Pot, kettle.”
“Tell me you did not just fucking ask me if I was sleeping with other women while I spent months in agony trying to remember how to fucking breathe without you,” he warns darkly.
“I got one good thing in life. You. And just like that, you were gone. Dead in my arms. Do you have any fucking idea what that did to me?”
“Nothing will change how I feel about you, so don’t pretend it’s any harder for me to love you with your scars.” The breath whooshes out of him before he rasps, “I love you, too. I’m so fucking in love with you. It’s killed me that I didn’t get to say it back to you,
"My pleasure. My pain. Whatever shattered pieces are left of me, they’re all yours. I’m yours.”
“Because even though it’s still insane to think about, some of them are your family, Snowdrop.” Family? Yikes.
“Yes. I knew who you were even before I was sent to watch over you in the Nether.” Sent? I study her in the glow of the fire. “Syntyche sent you?” “Galene did, actually.”
“From this exact moment on, if anyone interrupts me while I’m trying to adore you, I’ll put an icicle through their eyeball.” I kiss him. It’s not like I can help it when this scarred angel says such romantic things.
I swear, it’s like she enjoys being disturbing.” For the first time in gods know how long, my lips twitch. “She does.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face. Gods, my snow angel is sexy when he's so worked up.
I squint at her. “Is this what they call…mother-daughter bonding?” “Let us call it anything but that.”
“Most of them deserved it. Some of them will be kept like this until they can stand trial, once a judicial government of some kind is formed again. Others are just…decorations. Until I decide otherwise.” How cruel. When he sees me smirking at him, he sighs. “I know, it’s really fucking creepy.”
including the skull of the lich who scarred Everett during battle. As in, the one I told Crypt to bring to me. He didn’t let that go. Aww. "Of course, you're smiling," Everett sighs.
Tha fios anima aih’leat, thanafluir.” Meaning, My soul knows yours, Death Blossom.
“Tha ba’galeath thu semprah.” I have and will always love you.
“How about you gaze into each other’s soulless eyes later?
“You can sense fiends?” Douglas asks from where he walks behind me. “You know what—no, of course, you can. Why the hell am I even surprised anymore?”
She hurls a vase at Somnus with vampyr speed. He doesn’t dodge it in time and curses when it breaks against his forehead, sending him stumbling. I find it odd that he doesn’t trip over the glowing rabbits hopping around on the floor behind him, but again, that’s likely something my mind is adding to this dark memory.
“Another hour, gone,” Douglas announces from his spot guarding the temple’s closed and magically sealed double doors. “That makes two.” “Congratulations on your new ability to count,” Everett snarks. “Next, learn how to read a room and shut your mouth.”
“If I stayed, which I won’t,” Memory Me begins, studying the shimmering lake. “What would I even be the goddess of? Baggy clothes? Trauma? Social ineptitude?” “As my spawn—” “Ew. Please pick another word.”
Maven’s gaze turns piercing. “You promised to haunt me for the rest of our lives and into the Beyond. I refuse anything less, so take my fucking hand.”
“Promise me,” I begin raggedly once I can look her in the eye as myself. “Promise that you will never again go where I can’t follow.”
I’ll make you a godsdamned vow. From here on out, I’ll be your muse. No matter what fate has in store, you won’t be able to escape me this time.” Yes.
“If it’s any consolation, I loved you just as obsessively from Paradise.”
Hang on. A relief? How worrisome. Since when did I get so invested in the welfare of these pricks?
